Poetry
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For the thousand wordsLeft unspoken to the proverbial,Of a poet and his mark on the page,To a woman whose eyes danced to the meadow’s tuneOf a hundred sighs that were unbrokenBy rocks,I can embrace you,Beyond the running ocean,That to us,For the thirst of usWas each tear we could leave on the shore. BleedingAnd singingTunes that…
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To the pale skin,A void dripsTears to stain cheeks that were never taintedLike this,Like how the petals in your mouthEcho your lost screams.For to shower your existenceWith fireWill only seek to end the coldnessIn your relation. You have eyes that never burn a pathFor your naked feet to walk.You have shoulders, continually caressedBy the hand…
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Hold your streams,Can you?For we are together under the sun,Flooding our heartsWith oncoming warmth.For how much love,Has become our hurt?How many tears,Can rock this boat? We are captivation,As we areDesignation,Holding our scars like breaks in the Earth,Like fissuresWhere bitterness floats upTo our thirst.A raven has made a nestIn your locks,Has placed a rope around your…
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How much heatCould I have breathed,Upon a day in your lifeYou merely wanted to seeSomething else in me? What a voice that was lostIn a poet of a thousand words,Each breathed upon the bleachedPage, though whiteness could not remindMe, to soothe you. Of all pain,I wanted you downOn the floor, to see my footUpon your…
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She can rise upWith arms to meet the stars,As she can call upHer voice to meet the gatesOf intertwining Heaven.She can loosenA step, to make the thousandAcross the rivers I have criedOut, for her to swim. She can danceWith singing voice,As she can dreamWith unending choice.She cannot falterWithout my nudge,Gentle as it can come to…
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Leave me,Faces that never turnTo see the rise of something resplendent,Something that never curvesLike the frothOf some continual ocean. I reject the sun,As she rejects the moon.I reject the stars,As she rejects the sights of sadness.Little red cheeksOf us both,Dampened by coldWeather, over our brow. Fog is our scenery,Like one white cloak over fields,Tossed and…
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I am in loveWith my own shadow,For I am unableTo glimpse the light that cast it.The simple reprieveI could releaseTo myself,Like the unending sighShe bled from a parted mouth,Has made me count love’s footsteps,Like splintered fragments of a boulder. Love breathes,She breathesIn the hail, the storm of ice,While coldness has marked her placeIn the earth.I…
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FalterYou, as youEntertainMe, as weFall with knees to the dampnessOf soil,Wet by rain,While eyes are stainedWith the battles of red,As you keptSecrets that mattered to the restA nothingness,But to me,An everything. Erase historiesOf your fragile existence.For what can I taste of ironAs a sword carves a heartIn the sand?I can make glass from shoresWhere oceans…
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Blue,But a gatewayTo your reopened heart.For the bliss you avoid in my arms,The silence you abscond from the voidThat belongs in my heart.Buried blackTresses, that lean backOn the edges of coffin lids,Measured with the grief on eyelidsFor each tear’s fallIn the autumn. I am red,The poison of your lipsBuried between me,Nestled in a heart that…
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If onlyIn my blindness,I could seeWhat had been leaking as stainsFrom your eyes.For you wereBlind as me,In the heat of our disbelief. Pain drew a cloakAround shoulders, cold as snow.White by the boneWhere chills are set in stone.What had we heatedWhile the rope was about your neck,The one you placed? Love remembersDifferences, to become those…
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How much ivoryCan sweep tears to the spaceBeneath a worn rug?You hold your eyesUpright, upon the glassOf a new-fallen sky,While I bleed aroundThe failures of my fleshFor my pain cannot matter. Hold your eyesUpon what you know best,To the honesty of your reflection,For you are never bewildered,Never shockedBy the lightning that screamsDown to your lungs.…
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How can IContemplate the rosesWithout their thorns?The garter about your thigh,The wind released from your sigh,The pain we bring to faint goodbyes,The world that surrounds on highThe clouds that flood our spiritsCan hold the worth of us,Can hold the misuse of us. I want to share the kissWithout your darkComplexion, wearing downThe happinessI wish to…
Modern Romanticism 